The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

There are no bonds so strong as those which are formed by suffering together

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.

No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.

The degradation, the wrongs, the vices, that grow out of slavery, are more than I can describe. They are greater than you would willingly believe.

Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.

I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

The essence of coexistence is quite simple: live and respect how others live.

This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.

At the fall, we became alienated not only from God and other people but also from ourselves.

I remember Chap saying Jesus was a lifeline. And I needed one. Had needed one for a long time, I guess. So I prayed for the first time in my life and let Jesus rescue my soul from the depths.

What makes my approach special is that I do different things. I do jazz, blues, country music and so forth. I do them all, like a good utility man.

Never let a short term desire get in the way of a long term goal.

I know the other side. I know what awful golf is.

You need your strength and you need as much support from family, friends, and loved ones as you can get.

Pride and Prejudice' - perhaps more than any other Jane Austen book - is engrained in our literary consciousness.

To revive sorrow is cruel.